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should probably get real humanhair ones.” She giggles, like the thought of real human hair is funny. Which it kind of is. And also kind of gross.
    “Yeah, maybe,” I say, even though there’s no way that’s going to happen. First for the aforementioned gross factor, second for the fact that I really love my new haircut, and third because I’m totally and completely broke. “So how was the last day of camp?”
    “Amazing,” she says. “The girls just grew so much, you know? I really didn’t want it to end. I spent the whole car ride home last night bawling.”
    Ava’s been away in Maine, working as a camp counselor. If you knew Ava, you would know that this is not what you would call, um, a good fit. Ava doesn’t really like to work, and she’s definitely not the outdoorsy type, unless you count lounging around by the pool. So when she told me she was going, I was shocked. Especially since she told me the day after I caught Sebastian cheating on me, which was definitely not the best timing. Not the best timing , the voice in my head whispers, story of your life.
    “That’s great,” I say, deciding not to get into the fact that from what I saw when I was visiting her there a couple of weeks ago, it didn’t seem like Ava had really learned anything. And the girls there seemed pretty much like exactly what they were—spoiled little rich girls, whose parents spent fifteen thousand dollars to send them away for three months.
    “Yeah, it was kind of life-changing, you know?” Her smile, while usually vibrant and white, seems even more so today.
    “Did you . . . did get your teeth whitened?”
    “Yeah,” she says, pretending to be embarrassed, but I can tell she’s pleased I noticed.
    “When did you have time to do that?”
    “Oh, you know, on one of our days off last week,” she says. “I went with Lulu.”
    Oh, right. Lulu. Ava’s camp friend. Apparently Lulu is super cool because she has ten piercings in one ear and none in the other, and she meditates and Ava thinks that’s so super spiritual. The two of them are planning a spring break trip to an ashram where they’re going to do Bikram Yoga six hours a day and eat an all-vegan diet. “So listen,” she says, “I wanted to say I’m sorry again about what happened when you came to visit, that was . . . I mean, it was kind of . . .”
    “Yeah,” I say, remembering the weirdness that happened that weekend. “It’s not a big deal, really!” I force a smile, hoping she doesn’t want to get into it. But I don’t have to worry, since Ava doesn’t have a chance to say anything. Because at that moment, Sebastian Bukowski comes walking into the room, his eyes scanning the class until they land on me.
    “Oh my God,” I say, turning my head and looking away. “I didn’t know he was in our homeroom.” I thought he was in room B3! I asked Jessica Conrad to ask her boyfriend, Blake, who’s really good friends with Sebastian, and she told me Sebastian was in B3, and since I’m in A3, I figured I was safe. But I must have gotten misinformation. Damn that Jessica Conrad! I should have known better than to trusther—she pushed me off the swings once in third grade.
    “Don’t talk to him,” Ava instructs, “He doesn’t even deserve your acknowledgment. What a jerk-off.”
    She’s right. He is totally getting ignored. Who even cares if he’s in this homeroom? It doesn’t matter, because that is really of no concern to me anymore. In fact, of all the bad things that could happen today, this shouldn’t even rank. La, la, la, not caring.
    But then Sebastian slides into the seat next to me, his hair all floppy and cute, wearing his favorite black jeans even though it’s about eighty-five degrees outside. He taps me on the shoulder, and Ava’s eyes widen in shock.
    “Hey, Hannah,” he says. “Can I talk to you?”

The First Day of Summer
     
    My phone rings at nine o’clock the next morning, and I reach over and look at the caller ID,